I am not sure if this is as much rage as I am seeing in other comments here, but, it IS bothering me rather intensely.
I can't find anything to make me happy.
Nothing. Damn it 5 minutes after some damned fine get plenty covered in sweat totally exhausted did all the favourite things and ended with the happy groan and squirt and I can feel unhappy.
Several new models bought and that same day I can feel unhappy and wondering why I am not happy.
I seriously worry, is there something really wrong with me?
If I woke up tomorrow and some miracle had be an actual female, would I be happy? I am actually scared to find out the answer.
If I was handed a new home on a platter complete with a great woodworking shop, would it be enough?
Has my disability broken something in me? Have I simply been depressed for so long, I simply can't functionally feel happiness any more?
Have I suffered just too many hurts?
Here I sit, my life could be a lot worse (so I tell myself), I have all of life's must have toys (supposedly).
I am married and my son is better than most would ask for.
I can casually enjoy sex at any hour, any day, and there just is no fear of enjoying that part of marriage like so many seem to have (well at least I seem to be always reading that people have trouble being able to find opportunities).
I eat well, my clothes are ok and clean. My apartment is certainly ok.
So why the hell am I not happy?
I am not where I expected/planned to be, but that happens to a lot of us.
I am just so sick of trying to be happy, and yet never feeling that way, and for no good reason.